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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the rap 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.