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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Technova to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.