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 Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Model 500 to the funk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.