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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.