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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.