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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
UT,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.