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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pop Group to the grunge 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.