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 Egypt 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.