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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
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.