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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.