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 Grenada and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic to the rock 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.