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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.