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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.