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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Misunderstood to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.