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 Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama 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?
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.