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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the electroclash 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.