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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.