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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
The Move,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Symarip,
June of 44,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.