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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Wire,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.