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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Television,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
X-102,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.