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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Television,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.