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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments 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?
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.