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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stooges 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.