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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.