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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Associates to the crunk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.