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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.