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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.