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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Black Pus to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Fear,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.