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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.