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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.