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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.