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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Main Source,
ABC,
MC5,
New Order,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.