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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.