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 Algeria 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.