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 Cuba and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
The Move,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.