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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
The Move,
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.