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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.