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 Ghana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Juan Atkins to the funk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.