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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.