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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.