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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Zapp 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.