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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.