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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.