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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Index,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.