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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pulsallama to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.