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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Cluster,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.