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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
the Normal,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.