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 Bahamas and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 synthesizer 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
X-102,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.