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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the techno 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.