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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.