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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.