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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
AZ,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.