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 Cambodia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.