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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Doobie Brothers 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.