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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the grime 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
The Happenings,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.