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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Erykah Badu to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Wire,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.