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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.