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 Angola and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Sex Pistols to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.