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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.