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 Ghana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Mars,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.