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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.