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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.