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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.