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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.