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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the grunge 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.