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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 T. Rex to the jazz 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
PIL,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.