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 India 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
the Association,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.