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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.