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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.