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 Chad and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.