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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.