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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.