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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.