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 Norway and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Gong,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
The Saints,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
June Days,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.