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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Busters to the rap 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.