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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.