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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Black Sheep to the funk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
The Index,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.