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 Libya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the grime 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.