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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
JFA,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.