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 Palau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.