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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Franke,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.