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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Brick,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.