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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.