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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Crime,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.