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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 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 The Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
The Move,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.