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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Kerrie Biddell 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.