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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.