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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.