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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.