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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
UT,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.