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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Talk Talk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.