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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.