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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.