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 Panama and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.