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 Romania 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller 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?
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.