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 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
John Cale,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.