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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.