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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.