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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.