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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 The Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Little Man,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.