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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 The Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.