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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.