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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.