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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.