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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 mellotron 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.