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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
The Remains,
Hoover,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.