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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 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 The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.