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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Smog,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.