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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.