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 Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.