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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Skriet to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.