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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.