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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 EPMD to the electroclash 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.