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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.