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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.