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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the jazz 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.