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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.