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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.