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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.