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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Victims 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.