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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.