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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.