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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Darondo to the dance 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.