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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.