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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.