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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.