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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Wire,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.