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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cure to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.