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 Mozambique 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.