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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.