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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.