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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.