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 Marshall Islands 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.