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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.