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 Georgia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 sitar 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 Visage to the grime 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.