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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Index,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.