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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.