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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David McCallum to the funk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Kayak,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.