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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moon. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.