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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Scientists to the rock 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.