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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.