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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.