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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.