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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.