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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Scion,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.