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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.