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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
JFA,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.