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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.