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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.