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 Singapore and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
The Names,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.