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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.