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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Little Man,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.