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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.