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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 organ 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 The United States of America to the rock 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Organ,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.