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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.