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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.