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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.