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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.