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 Chile and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.