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 Philippines 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.