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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.