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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.