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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Fat Boys to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.