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 Australia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.