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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.