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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.