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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the punk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.