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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.