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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.