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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.