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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Pole,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.