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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 Tokyo and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.