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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.