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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.