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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.