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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.