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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smoke to the grime 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.