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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.