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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
ABC,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.