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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.