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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.