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 Guinea 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.