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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Residents to the punk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.