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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Television,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.