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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.