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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.