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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the crunk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.