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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Can,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.