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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the funk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.