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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Brick,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.