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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Duran Duran to the crunk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.