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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.