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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Dawn Penn 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.