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 Panama and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
This Heat,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.