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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.