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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Television,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
The Move,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.