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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.