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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.