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 Lithuania 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ken Boothe to the dance 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.