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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Hoover 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.