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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.