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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.