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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Magma,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.