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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 The Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.