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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.