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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the rock 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Ituana,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.