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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Slackers to the rap 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.