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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the rock 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
10cc,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.