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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.