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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
The United States of America,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.