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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.