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 Eritrea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bad Manners to the grunge 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.