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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.