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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Can,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Q65,
Magma,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.