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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.