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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 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 The Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
the Germs,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.