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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Brick,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.