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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Symarip to the punk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.