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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.