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 Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.