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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Television,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.