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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.