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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Bill Wells to the jazz 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.