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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the dance 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Gong,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.