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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Can,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.