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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
10cc,
The Sound,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.