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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 the Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
cv313,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.