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 Samoa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.