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 Romania and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.