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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
The Slits,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.