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 Libya 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.