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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.