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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.