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 Kiribati and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Reagan Youth 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Ronan,
John Holt,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.