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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.