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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the dance 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.