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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
cv313,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.