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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Nico,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.