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 Sweden and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.