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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.