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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.