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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.