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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
X-101,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Smog,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.