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 Bolivia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the punk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.