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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Franke,
UT,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.