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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.