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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
UT,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.