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 Algeria 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.