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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
John Holt,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.