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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.