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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.