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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Shadows of Knight 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.