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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.