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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.