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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 theremin 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.