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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Franke,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
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.