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 Slovakia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Visage,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.