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 Samoa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.