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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.