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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.