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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.