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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.