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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.