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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 China Crisis 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.