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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.