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 Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.