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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
10cc,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.