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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.