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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.