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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Mars,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.