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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Techniques to the dance 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.