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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Smog to the funk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.