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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Loose Ends 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.