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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
PIL,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.