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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.