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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans to the dance 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
June of 44,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.