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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Black Sheep to the rock 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.