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 Monaco 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Can,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Index,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Shoche,
ABC,
Unwound,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.