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 Turkey and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 guitar 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Visage,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.