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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.