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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.