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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Sonics to the rap 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.