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 Brazil and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.