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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Mandrill to the disco 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.