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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gap Band to the grime 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.