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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.