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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.