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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.