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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
cv313,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.