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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.