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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 David Bowie to the electroclash 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.