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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Raincoats to the grime 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.