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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Can,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.