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 Taiwan 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.