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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
The Remains,
Wire,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.