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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
PIL,
The Cure,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.