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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.