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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
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,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.