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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Index,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.