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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.