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 Singapore 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel to the punk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.