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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.