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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Can,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.