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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Nas,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.