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 Austria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Main Source,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.