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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Wire,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.