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 Senegal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Can,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.