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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Magma,
Magazine,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.