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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.