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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.