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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.