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 Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Soft Cell to the rock 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.