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 Peru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Swell Maps 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker 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.