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 Canada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.