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 Jordan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.