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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.