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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
UT,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.