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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Mo-Dettes to the rock 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.