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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Cluster,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.