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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.