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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.