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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the funk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Technova,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.