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 Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.