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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Bobby Womack 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.