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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.