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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
AZ,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.