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 Sweden and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Q65,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
ABC,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.