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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.