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 Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.