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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.