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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 cv313 to the electroclash 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.