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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Quantec,
PIL,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.