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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 linndrum 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.