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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Slave,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.