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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.