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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.