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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.