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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Trojans to the grunge 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.