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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Steve Hackett to the grime 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.