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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Q65 to the dance 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Sonics,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.