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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.