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 Malta and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.