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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Mark Hollis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.