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 Andorra and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.