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 France and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.