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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Selecter to the rap 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.