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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.