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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.