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 Jamaica 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.