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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.