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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.