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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.