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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tears for Fears to the punk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.