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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doors 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Oneida,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.