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 and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.