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 Jordan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.