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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.