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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.