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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.