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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Amon Düül II 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Audionom,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.