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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Smiths to the punk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.