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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.