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 Togo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Television,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.