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 Cyprus 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scan 7 to the jazz 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.