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 Serbia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.