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 St Lucia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.