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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.