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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Television,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.