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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.