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 South Africa and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.