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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.