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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.