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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.