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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 The Offenders to the grime 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.