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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.