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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.