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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.