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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.