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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.