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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.