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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.