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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
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 harpsichord 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 Rekid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.