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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.