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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane 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?
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.