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 Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.