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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 T. Rex 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.