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 Morocco and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.