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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marine Girls to the jazz 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.