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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.