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 Malaysia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.