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 Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Television,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
The Index,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.