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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Can,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.