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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.