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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.