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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
MDC,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.