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 Panama and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Oblivians to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.