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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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?
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Pylon,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Television,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.