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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.