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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Minor Threat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.