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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Saints 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.