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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 David McCallum to the grunge 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.