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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Josef K,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Technova,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.