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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 sitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Brick,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.