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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Organ,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.