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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.