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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.