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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May to the punk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.