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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.