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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.