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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.