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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms 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 grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.