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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.