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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.