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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Smiths,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.