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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.