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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
The Evens,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Franke,
DNA,
UT,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.