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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.