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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.