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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.