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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Little Man to the punk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.