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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.