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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
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 güiro 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 Derrick May 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.