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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Patti Smith to the funk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Visage,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.