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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.