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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.