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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.