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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.