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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.