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 Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.