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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.