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 Iraq and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Scion,
MDC,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Subhumans,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.