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 Indonesia and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Can,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Wire,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.