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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Urselle to the grime 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.