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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 The Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.