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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.