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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.