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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 guitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
X-101,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.