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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Residents to the rock 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All the Slits 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.