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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
PIL,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.