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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Subhumans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.