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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.