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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.