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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.