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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.