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 United States and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Crime,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.