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 Australia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.