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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.