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 Panama and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Stereo Dub to the grime 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.