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 East Timor and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.