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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.