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 China 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 808 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.