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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.