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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.