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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Flipper to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.