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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.