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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.