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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.