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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.