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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Magma,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.