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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.