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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.