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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.