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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.