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 Haiti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.