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 Suriname and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.