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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.