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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Organ to the crunk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Nico,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.