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 the UAE and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.