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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 The Star Department to the rap 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.