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 Zambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.