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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Urselle,
John Holt,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.