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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Soulsonic Force 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.