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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.