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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Mark Hollis to the rock 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.