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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.