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 Eritrea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.