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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Moleskins to the crunk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.