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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.