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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.