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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.