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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.