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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.