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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Ludus,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.