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 Algeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Marmalade to the rock 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
The Index,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Gong,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.