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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.