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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
The Index,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.