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 Russia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Residents to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.