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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.