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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the rock 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 Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s 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 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.