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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Symarip,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.