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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.