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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.