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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.