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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.