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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the crunk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.