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 Portugal and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Leonard Cohen to the techno 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.