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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.