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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.