Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.