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 Belgium 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Organ,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Neu!,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.