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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.