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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.