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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.