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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.