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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Shoche to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.