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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.