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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.