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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Skarface,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.