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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.