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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Move to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens 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?
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.