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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the crunk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Smog,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Q65,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.