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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Henry Cow to the jazz 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.